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   Jenny's Couch, part 4 (Mg, ped, mast, oral, cons, reluc, humil,
forced-exhib) by Rufus Fugit

   Jenny was enjoying herself at the wedding reception, catching up with
old friends and distant relatives.  As for me, I didn't really know anybody
there; the main point of interest for me was watching Jenny's
eleven-year-old daughter Karen walk around the reception hall, imagining
her naked little pussy under her dress and enjoying the feel of her
panties, soaking wet with her preteen cunt juice, wrapped around my
semi-hard penis.  The reception was pretty dull for Karen and her
nine-year-old sister, Renee - there were no other kids their age, just a
passel of teenagers who ignored them - so it was perfectly reasonable for
Karen to ask her mom if I could take her home.  But Renee chimed in too and
I had no plausible reason to take one but not the other.  I offered to
baby-sit for the afternoon, though, and even make the girls dinner so Jenny
could go out with the wedding party and she accepted.  I would have the
children to myself for the rest of the day.

   So I piled Karen and Renee into my truck and left.  Instead of taking
them straight home, though, I headed for the mall.  Karen was on the bench
seat next to me with Renee on her other side.  As we drove I casually
fondled the older girl's thigh.  Her dress was cut wrong for me to hike it
up so while she was sitting properly the only bare flesh I could easily
reach was her knee.  Karen blushed a little but for the first time made no
protest against my improper touching.  It was pretty mild compared to what
I had already subjected her to - just this morning I had stuck my thumb
into her juvenile cunt and a finger up her ass and made her dance like an
orgasmic handpuppet - but for once she appeared to be enjoying herself
without qualms.  I had to keep my eyes on the road, of course, but after a
few minutes of my gentle caresses she appeared to be squirming slightly in
her seat.

   I decided to see if I could push her a little further.  Strictly
speaking we were in public although the truck's high dashboard and tinted
windows gave us privacy.  At a traffic light I told Karen, "Put your feet
up on the seat." Without waiting for her to comply I grabbed her left leg
behind the knee and raised it like I wanted.  With her knees up that way
her dress puddled in her lap; she quickly pulled it down to conceal her
missing underwear but her thighs were exposed right up to her pretty little
ass.  As we accelerated away from the light I slid my hand up the inside of
her thigh.  We drove the rest of the way to the mall like that.  I stroked
her slowly up and down her leg, reveling in the feel of the firm youthful
muscles beneath her silky golden skin.  Occasionally I would nudge my pinky
underneath the fabric and brush against her naked preteen cunny ever so
slightly, but no more than that.  At first the fifth-grader glanced
nervously around as if sure that every other driver on the road was
watching her but then she relaxed into my fondling.  Her breathing got deep
and even and she laid her head back against the seat, closing her eyes and
nibbling her lower lip prettily.  The bright sunlight streaming into the
truck highlighted the silky fine hairs on her upper lip and jawline.  As I
varied my touch she pursed her mouth and her eyelids twitched occasionally.
Were her little nipples stiffening beneath the dress?  I couldn't tell, but
after a while she slumped a bit and let her legs fall open wider, resting
her right knee on her little sister's thigh.  The invitation to touch her
more intimately was plain enough - whether or not she made it consciously -
but for the moment I declined, content to just work her up a little bit and
leave her unsatisfied.

   Renee noticed my hand rubbing near her older sister's crotch but she was
more interested in the passing scenery.  "This isn't the way home," she
observed, craning her neck to see out over the high doors.  Unlike her
sister who had wanted to stay in her pretty, grown-up dress, Renee had
changed clothes before we left the church and was now in tennis shoes,
jeans and a pale green sleeveless button-down blouse.  It had a high collar
but the armholes were generous and so when the angle was just right I could
catch glimpses of her flat chest and if I was really lucky a tiny pink
nipple.  The effect was very sexy.  It was a promise and a reminder of the
nine-year-old's nakedness, innocent in her hairlessness yet wanton in her
enjoyment of the illicit sex I was teaching her.  Her brown hair was in two
long, thick braids, done French-style starting up on her scalp for the
wedding.

   I had taken off my suitcoat and tie and exchanged my dress shoes for
some comfortable athletic shoes, so I was wearing slacks and a white shirt
with the collar open.  "No, we're going to go by the mall.  I'll get some
groceries for dinner and I promised your sister that I would buy her
something special.  We made a bargain," I said, but didn't elaborate.

   The mall parking lot was packed.  I pulled into a space at the very end
of a row and killed the engine.  Karen was so totally relaxed that she
didn't move until I patted her crotch sharply - almost a little smack -
through the bunched up fabric of her dress.  Then she jerked upright as if
waking from a doze.  I chuckled but made no other comment.  The air above
the pavement was brutally hot under the late afternoon summer sun as we
walked to the mall entrance.  Thinking of the heat waves rising up under
Karen's dress, I mimed fanning her and said casually, "Boy, you really will
have a hot babycunt now, won't you?" The young girl blushed but with
pleasure this time instead of shame, and she even giggled.  (Renee didn't
get the joke, since she didn't yet know that her older sister was "going
commando".) Karen's attitude seemed to have changed since our latest
encounter as if she had taken to heart my insistence that even her
compulsive nightly masturbation marathons were completely normal and not
the perverted evil her church training had taught her.  It was a refreshing
change but I doubted it would survive what I had planned for the rest of
the day.

   We got some groceries for dinner first, then walked down the mall to the
junk-jewelry store, the place where they did ear-piercing.  I gave Karen a
ten-dollar bill and told her she could get whatever she wanted.  Renee and
I sat down on a bench outside the store to wait while the older girl
shopped.  I put my arm around her casually, stroking her hair and her
shoulders and, when no one was looking, reaching in through the open
armholes of her blouse and giving her nipples quick little pinches and
rubs. Each time I did, she giggled.  I knew I shouldn't be risking it in
public, but the day's events so far and my plans for later had put me close
to erotic overload.  My penis throbbed inside my slacks.  Karen's
still-damp underwear was wrapped around the shaft and the feel of the
drying fabric against the sensitive skin kept me bone-stiff and aching.  I
shifted on the bench, trying to find a less binding position.  Renee looked
down at my lap.  "Your thingy's hard again, isn't it?  Are you going to
squirt in your pants?  You probably shouldn't, it'll make a mess and
everyone will see.  If it's still hard when we get back to your truck, I
can squeeze it then and make it squirt, but I don't wanna get any on me,
OK?"

   Just hearing the third-grader chattering on so heedlessly about my
"thingy" brought me perilously close to orgasm without even touching
myself. I loved that she was getting so sexualized that she would notice a
grown man's arousal and have no compunction about mentioning it, even
offering to relieve it.  Fortunately the background noise levels in the
mall allowed me to respond in a nearly normal tone without worry about
being overheard.  "That's sweet of you to offer, Renee, but Karen's going
to do it for me a bit later.  In fact, I'm going to play a little game with
her.  The thing is, now that I showed her how to feel good she really,
really likes it - but she likes to pretend that she doesn't.  She'll be
like, 'no, don't', and I have to sort of make her, but not really, and then
she's all like 'oooh, that feels good'.  Understand?"

   Renee looked puzzled.  "Huh-uh, no.  That's weird."

   "Yeah, it is, but it makes it better for her in the end.  So I'm going
to kind of pretend to be mean to her and she'll act all upset but in the
end she'll like it.  All you have to do is kinda play along.  You think you
can do that?"

   "I guess...I dunno, I don't really get it."

   "Look, here's all you have to do to get the game started.  Whatever
Karen buys in the store here?  Once we get back in the car I'll get her to
show it to us, and then you ask me how come she got a present and you
didn't.  You can do that, can't you?" This time Renee nodded her head, her
long braids bobbing.  With a specific instruction like that, she was fine.
"Good girl...Oh look, here she comes.  Remember what you have to do!"

   Karen had bought herself a little purse covered in sparkly beads and
sequins.  She spent most of the walk back to the mall entrance showing it
off to her little sister, a little snottily I thought.  She couldn't help
lording it over Renee that she got a present and the younger girl didn't. I
let it go; in the first place a girly purse like that wasn't the kind of
thing that interested Renee so the bragging didn't faze her, and in the
second place Karen was shortly going to earn every penny of the ten bucks
it cost me.  When we got to the doors, though, the weather gods had played
a trick on us.  Gone was the brilliant hot sun and the clear, hard azure
sky.  We were in the midst of a cloudburst.  Wind-whipped sheets of rain
blew across the parking lot in nearly opaque curtains.  Water ran across
the pavement, ankle-deep or more in places.  People were waiting clustered
inside the doors for the rain to slacken but it didn't look like that was
going to happen anytime soon.

   Getting wet was no problem for Renee and I, but Karen's dress would be
ruined by such a drenching.  A devilish idea struck me, and I almost
laughed aloud.  Could I get away with it?  Would Karen go along with it, or
would it be too much for even her automatic deference to adult authority?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I decided.  I kneeled down which put me a
bit below the children's eye level.  "Look at that rain!  Karen, honey, you
better take your shoes off.  They'll get ruined by the water otherwise."

   "Can't we just wait?  I don't wanna get wet," she answered.  A whiny
note crept into her voice.  I hate whining.

   "It's just rain, you won't melt." I held out my hand.  "Give me your
shoes," I continued implacably, "and I'll put them in the plastic sack with
the groceries." The fifth-grader lifted her feet one at a time and removed
the white patent-leather slip-ons.  I noticed that her toenails had been
painted an opalescent blue to match her dress.  Her toes were long and
delicate-looking and the dots of color emphasized their vulnerability as
she shifted her weight uneasily on the cold tile floor of the mall walkway.
"In fact," I continued as I stuffed her shoes away, "your dress will never
stand up to that, either.  You'd better take it off, too."

   Karen was aghast.  "I can't do that!" she yelled above the noise of the
rain battering the building.

   "Why not?" I asked, though I knew the answer full well.

   "You know!" The fifth grader leaned close to me, her eyes pleading. 
"You took my panties," she stage-whispered.  "I don't have anything
covering my...my..."

   "Your cunt?" I enunciated very clearly and pitched my voice more loudly
but carefully so as not to carry beyond we three.  Karen winced, but
nodded.

   "What's the matter?" Renee asked, looking back and forth between her
sister and me.

   I continued speaking to Renee in the same tone, which seemed louder than
it was.  Karen made frantic shushing gestures, hopping from foot to bare
foot and flapping her arms at me.  "Your sister and I fooled around before
the ceremony and she had a really good one, a great big orgasm.  You know
how you get a little wet when you have one?" Renee nodded.  "Well, you
wouldn't believe how wet your sister gets!  Juice just pours out of her!"
Renee put both hands to her mouth to smother a laugh at the image my words
painted for her.  Karen, on the other hand, looked as if she wished the
earth would swallow her.  To her increasing agitation I continued, "So her
panties got completely soaked and stinky.  I had to take them off her, or
else everyone in the pews would've smelled her cunt juice."

   "Pews!" Renee giggled.  "They woulda been pee-yous!"

   I laughed too; it really was a pretty good joke.  Karen didn't see the
humor, though.  "But I can't take my dress off in here!  Everyone will
see!" Her tone turned frantic as she imagined her pussy exposed before the
dozens of strangers standing around us, adult men and women, teenaged boys
and children her own age and younger.

   But I had an answer ready for that.  "No, it'll be fine," I said
breezily, as if stripping a fifth-grader naked in public was the most
natural thing in the world.  "Look, we'll step out around the corner here -
we'll still be under the awning but no one will be able to see.  There's no
one in the lot, and the car's that way," I pointed away from the sightline
of the glass doors.  "Renee will run in front of you, and I'll be behind
you.  Look, you can hardly see for all the rain anyway, so don't worry. 
C'mon now." I stood and grasped her firmly around her skinny upper arm and
started tugging her towards the glass doors.

   Her eyes went round and her face showed stark terror as she realized I
was really serious - I was going to make her run the length of the mall
parking lot in the pouring rain, easily a quarter of a mile, completely
naked except for her thin camisole.  "No...no!  I can't!  Please, don't
make me!  Please!  PLEASE, NO!" She was tugging futilely back against my
grip, her voice rising in panic.  Quickly, before anyone took real notice,
I tightened my grip sharply.  The pain shocked her into momentary silence
and I bent my face to hers.

   "You have to!" I said angrily.  "Stop being such a baby!  If you let
your dress get ruined, your mother will be furious with you, and she'll be
mad at me, too, for letting it happen.  I am NOT going to let YOU get me in
trouble." I gave her a little shake, while people around us politely looked
away from the perfectly normal tableau of a father chastising his bratty
daughter; no one could hear the actual subject under discussion.  "You're
going to do this.  Just do like I say and no one will even notice.  Keep
whining, though, and by golly I'll drag you if I have to and then everyone
will see your babycunt hanging out and they'll all know what a little perv
you are.  Is that what you want?  Is it?"

   Karen crumpled before my show of anger.  Her need for adult approval and
fear of being exposed as a "perv" were just too strong for her to even
realize how ridiculous my threat was.  "No, sir," she whispered.  Her chin
quivered and tears welled up in her eyes.

   "OK, then.  Come on, Renee," I handed the two bags of groceries to the
younger girl as I shepherded her ahead of me out the door and tugged Karen
after, still holding her quite firmly around the upper arm.  Her bare feet
stumbled slightly over the doorsill and onto the rough, wet concrete as I
half-dragged her around the corner and out of sight of the entryway.  The
storm was still raging; water cascaded in sheets off the mall marquee.  The
high awning kept us only relatively dry.  It offered little protection from
the blowing wind and splashes from the standing water.  Karen was
terrified, trembling violently despite the warm, steamy air.  Still, she
offered no resistance as I turned her around to face the brick wall.  I
tugged the zipper of her dress smoothly down, revealing the creamy silk of
her camisole and her buttocks curving outwards in just a hint of the
womanly figure she would eventually develop.  I had to tell her twice to
raise her arms, she was almost paralyzed with fear, but when she did I
gathered the dress at her waist and quickly lifted it up and over her head,
stripping her.  For the moment, my body shielded her from view.

   Karen gasped as she felt the wind strike her naked legs and pussy.  She
hunched over, face to the wall, cupping her hands protectively over her
pale smooth mound.  I gave her a quick smack on her ass, though, and she
straightened right up.  I stuffed the dress into the grocery bag.  I took
the other bag from her sister and handed them both to her.  I had to shout
to be heard over the noise of the storm.  "Hold these at your sides to
cover up." Actually, I was filling her hands so she couldn't use them to
hide herself like she'd just been doing.  "Renee, you know where the car
is?" She bobbed her head.  "OK, when I say go, you take off.  Karen will be
right behind you, and I'll be behind her.  Are you ready?" She nodded
again, but looked askance at her big sister standing there barefoot and
naked from the waist down.  Tears were streaming down Karen's face and she
shivered uncontrollably.  Everyone has anxiety dreams where they find
themselves naked in a public place; now she had woken up to one.  "She'll
be OK," I reassured Renee.  "Let's just get moving.  Go!" And the nine year
old jumped off the curb and ran.  Braids flying, she splashed through the
water down the aisle.

   Karen stood rooted to the spot, though, unable to force herself to take
that first step and expose her body to the world.  I let Renee get a good
twenty feet ahead and then I hauled off and spanked her naked ass again,
hard enough this time to leave a handprint.  She yelped and jumped off the
curb, her bare feet splashing into ankle-deep water, and lurched into an
awkward run.  I was right behind her, watching her pale, thin legs scissor
open and closed.  The grocery bags swung back and forth as she fought
unsuccessfully to keep them close to her sides.  She was crying full out
now as she ran, whimpering "ohno, ohno, ohno," over and over.

   In an instant we were all soaked.  Karen's loose long hair was plastered
to her back; water poured off it and down her bare butt.  I stayed close
behind her, keeping my feet low as I ran to splash cold water up on her
bare calves and thighs with every step.  I was laughing as the heavy rain
beat against my face.  I couldn't believe that I had actually done it, and
even less that Karen had let me get away with it, but here I was chasing a
naked preteen through the shopping mall parking lot.

   Karen was trying desperately to catch up to her younger sister to use
whatever minimal coverage her smaller body would provide.  Under normal
circumstances she could easily outrun Renee, but the asphalt was slippery
and hard under her bare feet, and she was slowed by the weight of the
groceries.  Tears and the pouring rain blurred her vision.  Worse, the
emotional shock made her feel heavy and uncoordinated.  Each time she
faltered I gave her ass another smack, making her shriek and jump and leap
forward again.

   But now I could see a car crawling slowly down the aisle ahead of us,
its headlights cutting a swath through the silvery rainfall.  Karen's naked
thighs would shine out like a beacon in that light.  That wouldn't do.  I
seized the girl's arm and jerked her into the space between two parked
cars, turning my back to the aisle as if I were fumbling with my keys and
pushing Karen against the car door.  "Hey!" I yelled over the noise of the
rain beating on endless car roofs.  No response.  "Hey!" I yelled again. 
She didn't look at me, just stood there shivering and crying, her head bent
over in misery and her arms holding the grocery sacks tight at her sides.
Despite the warm air she was covered in gooseflesh.  Her camisole was
drenched and basically transparent and clung to every slight curve of her
immature upper body.  I could see her navel, the soft swell of her belly,
and I could see where her nipples poked out, proud and swollen and
completely stiff.  To get her attention I slapped her again, this time
right on her smooth pussy.  She leaped and screamed, but focused on me.

   "Karen, you're doing great!  It's OK." I hugged her slight, shivering
form tightly and she burrowed into me.  Sure, I was the author of her
current predicament but I was also shelter right now, covering her
exposure. We stood there in the pouring rain.  "Look, just relax, sweetie,"
I continued, rocking her and stroking her wet hair, "There's nothing to be
scared of.  No one can see you, you're doing fine," As I continued talking,
mostly just for the sound of my voice, the girl started to relax.  "Now,
tell the truth, isn't this sort of fun?"

   "No..." was her immediate response, but amazingly she sounded uncertain.

   "No?  It's not fun to splash through puddles?  It's not fun to get
soaking wet without worrying about it?  It's not fun to have me...rub your
babycunt?" And as I spoke I shoved my hand between her legs, pushing two
fingers between her goose-pimpled labia and roughly massaging her clit
hood. She was not lubricating - not at all surprising given the trauma she
was living - but the water was good enough.  And her small body reacted,
sagging back against the cold metal as her legs parted slightly.  What with
the water, the wind, her bare feet and naked body, every feeling was
heightened and the sensation of my fingers roughly parting her bald pussy
lips was almost overwhelmingly intense.  Within ten seconds she was gasping
and shuddering and shoving her crotch against my hand.  Behind me I heard
the car splash past.  I looked around and the aisle was clear again.  "We
gotta go, gotta catch up to your sister.  C'mon, you can do it, take my
hand and we'll run together.  You can do it!" I took one of the shopping
bags from her and grabbed her hand, tugging her back to a run as we headed
back up the aisle.  Now that she had relaxed a little her natural grace
reasserted itself and she kept pace with me easily, her long bare legs
flashing.  Her soaked camisole clung to her stiff, swollen nubs and her
hair flew wildly behind her.  She didn't look happy, not at all, but the
panic had dissolved and been replaced by a look of determination.  She held
her face tilted up into the pounding rain, letting it wash away her tears
as we ran.

   We got to the truck seconds after Renee who was doing a little rain
dance waiting for us.  She was jumping and stomping the deepest puddles,
splashing water all around, her little arms flung up to the sky.  I
unlocked the truck and threw the bags behind the seat.  Karen pushed past
me and dived onto the seat.  I boosted Renee in after her, closed the door,
and ran around to get in myself.  For a few seconds, it was just enough to
sit there and enjoy the feeling of not being rained on.  Water drummed on
the roof of the cab and cascaded off the windshield.  We couldn't see out
through the downpour; it was like being in a private little cave. 
"Whoohoo!" I shouted, shaking my head from side to side and flinging water
off of my wet hair.  Renee laughed and did the same thing.

   Karen, however, turned in the seat to face me, drawing up her left foot
so the heel rested against her bare crotch.  The little blonde was angry!
Her hands were clenched into fists, her blue eyes flashed, and her nipples
were stiff and poking out the completely transparent camisole that was her
only garment.  "I can't believe you made me do that!" she shouted.  She
looked so sexy that it was all I could do not to grab her shoulders, push
her down flat on the seat with her head in her sister's jeans-clad lap, and
fuck her right there.  As soon as I had discovered this morning that her
cherry was already gone I knew that before long I would be forcing my adult
cock into her barely-pubescent eleven-year-old vagina.  I shuddered
inwardly as I imagined how delightful the little girl's naked body would
feel pressed beneath mine as I pumped load after load of cum into her.  But
not quite yet.

   "I can't believe you did it!" I responded, and began praising her
extravagantly for her bravery and her speed, her grace and her beauty,
continuing my strategy of emotionally whipsawing her from humiliation to
pride and back.  I pulled her to me, nuzzling my face into her neck and
kissing all up and down from her ear to her shoulder.  I lifted the sopping
little camisole up over her chest and seized both of her firm, rubbery
nipples.  I felt them stiffen and heat against my fingertips as I spoke. 
"You were so brave and you looked so beautiful running, you're a special
little girl, I bet not one in a thousand could've done that, I'm so proud
of you!" I was twisting and pinching the sensitive nubs now, and the young
girl's skinny torso began to twist beneath my hands; I could see the
muscles rippling in her abdomen.

   Karen's anger dissolved into confusion under my verbal and physical
onslaughts.  She had every right to be furious.  What I had done to her was
a dreadful violation and should be unforgivable.  But now I was heaping on
her the adult praise she craved and if she rejected me to hold onto her
anger she'd have to reject the praise as well.  Her body, too, was
responding to my fondling.  Tingles spread from her nipples, and that
delicious new sensation of heat and juiciness was rising between her legs.
"Stop!  Sto...ahp!" she said but it was halfhearted and more of a moan than
a command.

   I pushed her against the seatback so she was facing forward and now my
hands roamed freely all over her wet, slender body.  Her tan lines looked
so sexy, the way the golden skin on her arms and legs contrasted with the
paleness of her undeveloped breasts and pubis.  I rubbed down her stomach,
pressed a finger into her twitching bellybutton.  I stroked down one leg
and back up, teasingly across her mound and down the other.  Her skinny ass
began to squirm on the wet seat.  I stopped nibbling on her neck long
enough to raise my head and say, "Look, Renee, your big sister's getting
horny!"

   The younger child had been taking in my molesting her big sister with
her expressionless gaze, absently twisting one of her braids.  "Why?" she
asked.

   "I dunno, exactly.  I think being naked in public kinda turns her on,
even though she didn't want to at first.  She was scared, but maybe being
scared makes her horny, too." I continued fondling Karen as I spoke and if
she objected to having her sexual kinks discussed impersonally with her
nine-year-old sister she gave no sign.  Her eyes had closed and she was
making little sighs and cooing sounds.  She was starting to thrust her
crotch up off the seat as I continued to tease her by refusing to make full
contact with her heating little cunt.  "Yes, Renee, your sister is
definitely horny," I said.  "Isn't that right, Karen?" I flicked her
swollen clitoris where it peeked out at the top of her puffy labia, and she
jumped and grunted as a spike of pleasure wracked her preteen body.  "Do
you want me touch you?"

   "Yesssssss..." she breathed out.

   "Where?  Where do you want me to touch you?"

   "There!  On my..." she couldn't quite say it.

   I took my hand away.  "You have to say it, Karen.  You have to ask for
it.  Where do you want me to touch you?"

   The fifth-grader moaned in frustration, tossing her head with its mane
of blond hair back and forth.  She arched her back, pushing her nipples up
at me.  I leaned over to whisper in her ear.  "If you want me to touch your
babycunt, all you have to do is say it.  Say it!"

   "Yes!" she shrieked.  "Touch my babycunt!" All at once she seemed to
relax, and she repeated more softly, "Touch my babycunt." Her eyes opened
but they were unfocused and it was like she had fallen into a trance. 
"Touch my babycunt.  Touch my babycunt.  Touch my babycunt..."

   "Yes, sweetie, of course I will," and I did.  I pinched her swollen
clitoris lightly between my finger and thumb, then slid two fingers into
her juvenile furrow, splitting the hairless lips.  I rubbed rapidly up and
down, spreading her juice all over her smooth sex as it flowed over my
fingers.

   "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" Karen barked out sharp little sounds of pleasure as I
masturbated her vigorously.  I eased off after a few seconds, not yet ready
to allow her release.

   "Well, that's enough of that for right now," I said.  Karen seemed to
shake herself awake as I took my hands off her.  Her naked ass wriggled on
the seat and she squeezed her thighs together.  I chuckled to myself at her
obvious frustration and her obvious efforts to hide it.  She wasn't ready
yet to openly masturbate herself in front of me and her little sister, even
if we had been in a somewhat more private location than a truck in the
middle of a busy mall parking lot.  "Show us your new purse, why don't
you?" I said, reaching back behind the seat to fetch it and placing it in
her hands.  She held it out dumbly, not sure what was expected of her.

   Renee remembered her cue.  "Hey, how come you bought her a present and
you didn't buy me a present?" she asked.

   "It's not really a present, Renee," I answered, "It's more of a payment.
You see, your sister...is a whore."

   "What's a whore?" Renee asked, as simultaneously with her big sister
shrieked out, "I am NOT!" The older girl looked outraged.  Her knuckles
whitened around her new purse.

   I answered the younger girl as if Karen hadn't just yelled in my ear. 
"A whore is a girl who trades sex for money.  Your sister made that bargain
with me this morning.  I gave her a big orgasm but there wasn't time for
her to give me one, so I made that deal with her, didn't I, Karen?  I said
I'll buy you something, and then you'll make me feel good?  Wasn't that the
deal?"

   "No!  I mean, yes, but, I mean, that wasn't..."

   "Sure it was, sweetie," I put my arm around her to tweak and pull her
right nipple gently as I spoke.  "It wasn't cash on the nail, but it
doesn't have to be.  I buy you something; you have sex with me.  That makes
you a whore." My tone was light but I gave the word extra emphasis each
time I said it.

   "No, I'm not.  I'm not!" The girl was near tears again.  I don't think
she'd actually known what the word meant until now but she'd clearly heard
it used as some vicious schoolyard taunt or whispered by sniggering
teenagers somewhere.

   I cut off her protests by giving her puffy, walnut-sized nipple a firm
pinch.  "You are, sweetie.  It's nothing to be ashamed of.  Look; I spent
ten dollars on you so you'd have sex with me.  That makes you a whore, a
ten-dollar whore to be precise.  And right now, you're MY ten-dollar
whore!" Karen flinched from each use of the word as if from a blow.

   Renee probably didn't understand the full emotional impact of my words
on her older sister since she didn't share her conflicted guilt about sex
play, either solo or with others.  Nor did she have any context for
understanding how society looked down on prostitution, but she could see
Karen was upset and so with the unerring instinct of siblings everywhere
for effective teasing, she began chanting in a singsong voice, "Karen is a
who-ore.  Karen is a who-ore.  A whory whory who-ore..."

   "I'm NOT!  I'M NOT!  SHUT UP!" Karen lunged at her sister, screaming and
flailing her arms wildly.  She caught Renee square in the mouth, knocking
her head backwards to hit hard against the door handle.  For a shocked
second the younger girl was just stunned, as was I - I had never seen the
sisters have a physical fight in the four years I'd known them - but then
she burst out bawling.

   I grabbed the older girl roughly by the arms and twisted her around to
face me.  Her face was contorted in anger; two red smudges rode high on her
cheeks.  The anger changed to fear as I confronted her.  "That was
inexcusable!" I yelled right in her face.  "You are Not!  Allowed!  to Hit!
your Sister!" and I emphasized each word with a good shake.  I maneuvered
over her in the cramped space, pushing her into the driver's seat as I
gathered her crying little sister into my lap.  "Sh-sh-sh-sh," I soothed
her, "It's all right, Karen didn't mean it, it's OK..." I rocked Renee as
much as I could on the narrow seat.  Even in our wet clothes I could feel
the heat from her compact little body against me and my erection surged
back to full hardness as I comforted her.  What if we had been naked, I
imagined, instead of Karen.  I imagined wedging the head of my rampant cock
into her prepubescent slit, holding her against me and letting her own
weight force a painful deflowering on the small child.  I imagined her sobs
turning to grunts of pain and then screams as my cock tore through her
hymen and forced itself into her incredible tightness and heat.  And I
imagined crushing her smooth, naked body against my hairy chest and feeling
her virgin blood trickle down my shaft as she struggled against her
impalement.  But I loved Renee, and I'd never hurt her like that, and soon
enough her sobs diminished to sniffles; she'd been more shocked than hurt.
I felt the back of her head and there was no cut or bump.

   Karen was crying herself now, huddled into the opposite corner of the
seat.  Her knees were drawn up with her arms wrapped tight around them, her
chubby bald cuntlips peeking out between her legs.  "I'm sorry, Renee," she
gulped out.

   "You should be sorry, Karen.  There's never a good reason to hit your
sister.  And you," I turned to Renee, "You shouldn't have teased her.  You
tell her you're sorry, too."

   "I'm sorry," the younger girl muttered.

   "Thank you, Renee.  Karen, you'll have to be punished for hitting, but
look - we're all wet and uncomfortable.  Let's not worry about it now, OK?
The rain's slowing down so sit back down, and we'll get out of here."
Awkwardly, I changed places again with the naked fifth-grader.  "Pull your
top down, sweetie, before you put your seatbelt on.  You don't want
everyone gawking at those pretty little boobies through the windshield."
Blushing, Karen did as she was told.  "But here's the thing," I spoke
seriously.  "You are too a whore.  There's nothing wrong with being a
whore; I love you regardless.  What I wouldn't love is if you were a
cheater, or a liar, or a girl who beats up littler kids.  Being a whore
just means you get paid for doing what you like to do anyway." I began
stroking her smooth vulva again as I spoke, tracing her slit which
moistened again at my touch.  I flicked the erect clitoris and brought yet
another shudder and gasp from the thoroughly aroused young girl.  "Now," I
said, pinching and wiggling the sensitive little nub gently, "What are
you?"

   "ooooooh...I'm a whore," she said softly, looking away from me.

   "Good girl, that's right," I replied.  "And whose whore are you?"

   I pressed my other hand against the eleven-year-old's cheek, forcing her
to look around at me.  Her chin quivered a bit but her blue eyes were
bright and determined as she said, "I'm your whore."

   Her clit was slippery with juice between my fingers as I rubbed it back
and forth against her lips.  "Yes, you are.  And where do you like to be
touched, my beautiful, naked, ten-dollar whore?"

   "Ah...ah...right there...oh...on my babycunt...my babycunt...touch
it...please..." Her upset dissolved under my fingers and the naked preteen
was again sighing and wriggling on the bench seat.  Within a minute or two
her thighs and the vinyl beneath them were shiny and slippery with her baby
honey, and Renee wrinkled her nose as the delicious (to me) smell of
aroused pubescent cunt filled the cab.

   "Ohhhhhhh..." Karen moaned in frustration as I took my hand out of her
crotch.  I licked my fingers clean before I turned the key and started the
truck, savoring the taste and warm, creamy texture of her secretions.

   "I'm going to take us to where you can earn your money, you cute little
whore," I said happily, "But you can start now." Working awkwardly around
my seatbelt I opened my pants and extracted my stiff cock.  Karen's satiny
panties were still wrapped around the tumescent member.  She recoiled
slightly from the thick, veined organ - the only other time she had seen it
she had been tied to a chair.  I'd shoved it at her face right before
squirting hot semen all over her bound body.  I adjusted the damp fabric so
that it covered the swollen mushroom head of my penis, sliding it around a
bit so it was thoroughly wet with my precum.  "Give me your hand," I said,
and I wrapped her thin fingers around the shaft.  "Just hold it, and
squeeze it while I drive.  No, not like that," as she grabbed it a bit too
tightly.  "Renee, you know how to do this - tell your sister."

   "Just squeeze a little," the nine-year-old said.  "Now move your hand up
and down.  Rub it, don't pull it.  Be gentle!"

   "Ahhhhh, like that," I approved.  I cautiously put the truck in gear and
navigated out of the parking lot, looking at all the other drivers and
pedestrians and thinking about how we looked like a normal family through
the truck windshield - none of them could see me with my cock out, being
masturbated by a naked eleven-year-old while her nine-year-old sister gave
her pointers on technique.  As my balls churned from Karen's amateur
ministrations, I drove out of the lot and off to our next stop.

   Our destination was a good half-hour away but it wasn't ten minutes
before I had to hurriedly pull off to the side of the road as I felt my cum
rising.  I slammed the truck into Park then grabbed Karen's hand in mine
and pulled hard on my cock.  "Oh, yeah!  Jerk my cock, little whore!  Oh!
Oh!  Oh!" With my help Karen milked the cum out of me.  It had been
building up in me all day, ever since I first dragged the fifth-grader into
that church broom closet to molest her.  I threw my head back and closed my
eyes as I spurted shot after shot, drenching Karen's little-girl panties
with my slimy ejaculate.

   "Ahhhhhh...nice!  Good job, Karen.  Not bad for your first time." I
praised Karen as I came down from my orgasmic high.  When we had started
out she had been gazing fixedly straight ahead as if trying to pretend it
wasn't her hand masturbating a grown man's penis next to her, but as we had
driven her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she'd started
watching with interest as my cock twitched and swelled beneath her hand.

   I unwrapped the panties from my softening shaft, wiping myself clean as
I did.  I dropped the semen-drenched fabric into Karen's lap with a plop.
She recoiled but I pushed the panties into her crotch, smearing the
slippery jizz onto her cunny lips.  "There!  Now you've got a man's cum on
you, just like a good whore should," I said, as I put the truck back into
gear and pulled into traffic.

   The sun had sunk behind the mountains by the time we reached our
destination, Karen and Renee's elementary school.  I pulled around the back
in the gathering twilight, backing in to park the truck at an angle close
to the building's back classroom wing.  The school was empty on this Sunday
afternoon but we could see the rows of desks, the blackboards, the
brightly-colored construction-paper decorations through the windows that
stretched from wall-to-wall and up to the ceiling.  In front of us the
playground fell away on a slight downslope to a thick hedge that marked the
boundary between it and adjacent backyards.

   I shut off the engine and got out.  The rain had cooled the afternoon
quite a bit, though it was still comfortable.  Maybe it would be a bit
chilly if you were a naked eleven-year-old girl, but even in my still-damp
clothes I was OK.  I walked around to the other side and opened the door.
"Everyone out!" I said gaily.  I lifted Renee down and then reached across
and half-helped, half-pulled Karen's nude form out and stood her on the
asphalt before she could protest.  We were hidden by the angle of the truck
against the building and the nearest house was a good 500 feet away anyway,
but it took her a minute to realize she wasn't completely exposed. 
Grasping her wrinkled camisole I said, "You won't need this," while she was
still getting her bearings and lifted it over her head and off.  She stood
there between her clothed younger sister and me, a little dazed and now
completely naked.  She tried to cover herself with her hands but I grabbed
her wrists and held them in front of her.  "No, you don't need to do that,
sweetie.  No one's here but us."

   Karen looked around and realized I was right.  Being naked outside was
still a weird experience, weird and scary, but she was getting used to it.
When I asked "Are you ready to earn your money?" she set her jaw and
nodded, resigned to keeping the bargain I had forced on her.

   Without warning I picked up the child and slung her over my shoulder in
a fireman's carry.  Renee laughed at the sight of her older sister's cunny
and ass exposed, while Karen made a noise of surprise and outrage, muffled
by her long hair that draped over her head towards the ground.  Her legs
kicked futilely.  I walked to the back of the truck and with my free hand
lowered the tailgate and then bent to set the girl on the open truckbed. 
She winced a bit as her butt cheeks pressed on the cool, wet corrugated
metal.  I put an arm around her bare shoulders, placed my other hand on her
chest between her delectable nipples and pushed, cradling her onto her
back. Then I hooked a hand behind each knee and pulled them up, placing her
feet spread apart at the edge of the tailgate.  She was now lying flat with
her legs open, her naked cunt exposed and spread.  Her labia were already
swollen and red from being repeatedly brought near to orgasm and left
suspended in the mall lot.  Her oversized baby clit was aroused and stood
out proud.  I watched her ribs rise and fall with her rapid breathing,
hollowing her belly.  She raised her hands to cover her face as if shutting
out the entire bizarre situation.

   I sat on the tailgate myself and leaned over so I could stroke Karen's
heaving chest as I spoke.  "The first thing I want you to do for me, little
whore, is play with yourself.  Get those hands busy in your babycunt." I
palmed her vulva briefly to prime the pump, as it were, then when she
didn't immediately comply I pulled her wrist down, placing her right hand
on her crotch.  "Go on, Karen, rub your hot babycunt for me." With her
other hand firmly covering her eyes, the child obeyed.  Stiffening her
hand, she pressed her second and third fingers against her swollen clitty
and began strumming rapidly up and down.

   I put my arm around little Renee as we both stood before her older
sister's spread legs, watching as she awkwardly masturbated herself.  Her
ass began to wiggle on the truck bed and her breath came in gasps.  "Is
that how you do it?" I asked the younger girl, just to get her talking.

   Renee's eyes were intent on Karen's oozing cunt.  "Sorta.  I use all my
fingers and I kinda go around and around instead of up and down."

   I bent down for a closer look.  Karen's immature inner lips were
flowering open a little and I could see her inner passage.  The muscles
contracted and relaxed, opening and closing.  "Look, Renee, she's winking
at us!" The little girl was fascinated by the sight of her older sister's
pink tunnel.  "Karen, put your finger in, like I did to you this morning.
Go ahead, do it like a good little whore."

   "Ohhh..." Karen made a soft sound of...humiliation?  arousal?  maybe
both?...at my instruction and use of "that word", but she obeyed. 
Tentatively she probed at her cunthole with her middle finger, rubbing
around the edge of it and coating her fingertip with slippery juice before
pushing it slowly in.  "Aaaaaaaagh..." she cried softly as she pushed,
until her finger was buried to the knuckle.

   "Now push it in and out, Karen.  You know how," I coached her.  She did,
and in seconds she was humping her crotch against her hand, pressing her
outthrust clitoris against her palm in her body's instinctive quest for
pleasure.  Little squeaks and moans escaped her lips.  Through it all,
though, her other hand stayed covering her eyes.

   Renee was spellbound.  I don't think it had occurred to her yet that you
could put things up inside yourself like that.  I stood behind her now, my
erect cock pressing between her shoulderblades.  I reached my fingers into
the wide armholes of her sleeveless blouse to fondle her tiny nipples. 
They responded to my touch and the cool air by hardening into stiff little
pebbles, and the nine-year-old relaxed against me.  "Hey, Renee," I said,
"Let's pretend that it's a school day instead of Sunday night.  All the
kids and the teachers are in the classrooms here and the blinds are open.
What do you think the kids would say when they noticed your big sister out
here?  Would it be, like, 'Hey, there's a naked girl on the playground!'?"

   Renee quickly got into the spirit of pretending.  "Ohmigosh, is that
Karen?" she said.  She changed her voice, raising and lowering the pitch to
indicate other children speaking.  "It is Karen!  Where are her clothes? 
What's she doing?  Ewww, she's playing with her privates!  Look at her,
she's stuck her finger inside her cunny!  It's all wet and leaking!  She's
gonna get in trouble!"

   "I'm the teacher," I proclaimed in a deep voice.  "Class, everyone come
see.  It appears that Karen has decided that she's a whore.  She's
practicing by showing her babycunt to the entire school.  That's what a
whore does to earn money.  Raise your hand if you want to give your lunch
money to Karen for being a good whore!"

   Our little impromptu theater had an electrifying effect on the older
girl as she writhed on the metal bed of my truck.  "Noooooooooo!" she cried
as she imagined her outdoor masturbation viewed by her entire school, all
her classmates, the bigger and littler kids as well, plus even the
teachers. She could feel herself blushing from head to toe and even in the
waning daylight I could see her light skin coloring.  Humiliation
overwhelmed her, but at the same time a deep well of pleasure was bubbling
up between her legs.  Her clit and her tight little hole were on fire as
she imagined her schoolmates' faces pressed against the window, watching
her masturbate.

   Karen was finger-fucking herself with abandon now, groaning and twisting
her body as shame and arousal fought to control her.  I had chosen this
site and the scenario deliberately.  Karen loved school and loved learning,
but now she wouldn't be able to step off the school bus without remembering
herself naked like this, legs spread, finger pistoning in and out of her
cunt.  I wanted sex and humiliation to infect every part of her childhood,
not just her private time with me at her house.  I wanted everything she
did in her daily routine to have some association with sexual pleasure.  I
wanted her sitting in class tomorrow, blushing, her panties damp with this
memory as she imagined herself naked on display.  I wanted her days filled
with worry that her classmates and friends would discover her secret and
know her for the horny, obsessed little girl she was becoming.

   "It's recess now," I said.  "Look, all the kids are gathered around you,
Karen.  Everyone's watching you play with your babycunt.  And here's a
little boy who wants to give you money so he can touch you.  What's your
name, little boy?" I nudged Renee; when she didn't seem to know how to
respond I whispered to her, "What's the name of her best friend that's a
boy?"

   "Oh, uh...Raymond.  My name's Raymond Handler."

   "That's OK, isn't it?  You're a good whore so you'll let Raymond touch
your legs for fifty cents, right?" I tossed some coins from my pocket onto
the truck bed near Karen's head.  She flinched away from the noise but the
fifth-grader was completely lost now in the fantasy.

   "Ooooh, noooooooo.  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-HUH," she half-sobbed out.  I
pushed Renee forward.  "Go ahead, Raymond, you can touch the whore now."
Renee laid her hands on Karen's ankles and slid them up towards her knees
and back down.  I don't think the younger girl got any kind of sexual
charge out of this, she was just going along with my game of let's pretend.
For Karen, however, it was electric.  Her ass started bouncing up and down
as she pushed herself up, balancing on shoulders and heels.  I could see
her clit standing out, swollen and dark as her hand moved back and forth.
Her thighs and hand were wet and slick as juice squished out around her
finger, dripped off her and pooled on the metal.  "Aaaaah!  Aaaaah! 
Aaaaah!" She was seconds away from orgasm.

   Near enough.  Moving Renee gently aside I grabbed Karen's hand and
pulled her finger out of her cunt, then seized her ankles, straightening
and closing her legs, pulling her off the edge of the truck bed and
standing her on her feet on the narrow grass verge between the building and
the parking lot.  Her eyes were glazed and her mouth hung open.  Her
nipples were swollen and stiff.  She staggered, shocked and dazed at the
sudden end to her self-stimulation.  "OK, Karen, it's time for you to learn
one of the most important skills for a good whore.  Get on your knees and
suck my cock!"

   She looked up at my vaguely, swaying slightly.  Her hands wandered back
to her nearly bald mound.  "No, sweetie.  Not now," I said kindly, "You can
play with yourself in a minute, but first you have to earn your money.  Get
on your knees," I repeated.  The naked eleven-year-old focused on my voice
but made no move until I gently pressed on her shoulders.  Then her legs
collapsed and she folded down into a crouch.  "Sit back on your heels, now,
back straight," I instructed.  When I was satisfied I stepped back and
looked down at her.  She looked back at me, her blue eyes wide and shiny.
Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment or arousal or some combination
of the two which I hoped were becoming inseparable in her mind.  Her hands
rested on her knees, holding her spine arched.  I parted her hair and
pulled it forward over her shoulders so I could see the smooth sweep of her
back down to her girlish, slightly flared hips and the cleft of her rounded
ass.  The pads of her pretty little toes peeked out from beneath the pale
cheeks.  She was beautiful.

   I undid my trousers and pulled out my cock.  I had cum less than half an
hour earlier but the sight of Karen kneeling nude and submissive before me
had me raging hard again.  I stepped forward and the stiff organ bobbed in
front of her face.  She tried to flinch back but I put a hand to the back
of her neck and held her while the dark red swollen head slapped on her
forehead, her nose, her cheeks, leaving shiny wet spots of precum.

   "OK, Karen, put your hands around my penis.  Both hands, like you're
praying..." I guided her to wrap her small hands, fingers interlaced,
around the base of my cock.  "Now kiss the end of it.  Go ahead, Karen,
kiss my penis!" She was still reluctant but I was able to let loose of her
neck as she bent forward slowly, lips puckered, to place them against the
tip of my leaking organ.  I sighed as I felt the warmth of her lips touch
me ever so lightly.  "Oooh, haaah, that's nice, good job," I praised her.
"How's that taste?  It's not bad, is it?"

   Hesitantly she licked her lips and rolled my precum around inside her
mouth.  "Nnno...salty," she said, half to herself.

   "Now swirl your tongue around the end, the knobby part there, like if it
was an ice-cream cone.  Look at me!" I tapped her smartly on her high
forehead with my index finger.  "Look up into my eyes while you suck my
cock, little whore.  Now lick me!" There was no resistance left in Karen.
Obediently she extended her tongue and I pushed my hips forward.  The
feeling of her laving my organ was wonderful.  I looked down into her blue
eyes, watching her head move back and forth as she swirled her hot tongue
around and around my glans.  Precum oozed freely from my piss slit and she
licked it up.  Every so often her eyes wandered and I tapped her on the
forehead again, bringing her gaze back to mine.  I flexed my groin muscles
making my penis bounce and dance in her grip.

   "Ahhhhh, that's nice.  Renee, come see!  Watch your sister licking my
penis." The nine-year-old girl stepped forward, watching intently as her
big sister's tongue swirled around my hairy, erect organ.  Renee had seen
my penis before, in fact she had seen and felt it ejaculate more than once,
but oral sex was new to her.

   "Now put it in your mouth, Karen.  That's it, good girl, keep your teeth
out of the way," I encouraged her.  Everyone said Karen had a beautiful
smile, but as my penis slid between the child's lips I realized that it was
due in part to her mouth being rather wider than normal.  She was able to
handle my girth easily.  "Ohhhhh," I moaned as I felt my organ enwrapped in
her warm, moist oral cavity.  "Look, everybody!" I said.  "It's still
recess time and everybody's standing in a circle, watching Karen learn to
suck cock!" The young girl moaned around the organ stuffing her mouth and a
fresh blush spread across her cheeks.  "That's it, ohhh, wonderful, suck on
my penis, Karen.  Move it in and out, in and out, oh God you're a good
little whore.  Wiggle your tongue on it, too.  Ah, yessss," I kept up a
steady stream of encouragement as the preteen gave her first blowjob.  I
watched her flaming cheeks hollow and bulge as my cock pistoned slowly in
and out of her mouth.  The suction, the warmth, the slick wetness, the hot
ring of her lips moving up and down the shaft had me rapidly building
towards orgasm.  But then my concentration was broken by a musical chime
coming from my pocket.  My cellphone was ringing.

   I fished it out and looked at the display.  It was Jenny calling. 
Seized by a crazy impulse, I held my finger to my lips, warning both
children to silence, then answered the call.  "Hi, hon, how's it going? 
Oh, cool, where are you going to eat?  Is that good, I've been looking for
a good Greek place...Oh yeah, the kids are fine.  Renee is watching a show
and Karen, I'm just giving Karen a snack.  In fact she's got her mouth full
right now." I grinned down at the little girl.  She had stopped pumping,
frozen and wide-eyed with shock, as if her mother could look through the
phone lines and see her kneeling naked on the ground with her mouth stuffed
full of adult cock.  "No, you go ahead.  I'll cook dinner after awhile and
I can put them to bed if need be...No, it's no problem, I promise.  You
have fun.  'Bye!" I clicked off.  On impulse, before I put the phone away I
pointed the camera lens down and snapped a quick shot of Karen's wide-eyed
surprise with her jaws stretched wide around my penis.

   Drool was leaking out of her mouth around my organ and running down her
chin and neck.  I put my hands on either side of her head and gently
started moving her mouth back and forth again.  "Ohhhh, that's so good,
you're a good little cocksucker, Karen.  I'm about to shoot my stuff, gonna
shoot my cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow it all."

   Karen's eyes opened wider at my words and she waggled her head from side
to side.  "Nnnn-nn!  Nnnn-nn!" she protested.  She tried to pull back but
anticipating her I tightened my grip, tangling my fingers in her hair, and
forced her to keep the same rhythm.  In moments, the anticipation of
shooting my hot cum down into the child's tummy had me teetering on the
edge again.

   "Yes, sweetie, a good whore always swallows the man's stuff.  It won't
taste any different, just swallow when you feel it in your mouth, earn your
money, whore, oooh, oooh, OOOOH, gonna cum, gonna cum now, here it is take
it TAKE IT TAKE IT AAAAAAAHHH!" I pulled her head down.  Spiky tingles shot
through me from my toes to the top of my head; I tensed and grunted as my
balls drew up and I fired the first salvo of hot sperm into Karen's mouth.
She gulped and I watched her throat work as she swallowed convulsively. 
"UUUGH!  UGH!  UGH!" She kept swallowing but couldn't keep up as my cock
spat load after load into her mouth.  She choked and cum shot out her nose.
The sticky fluid welled up around my shaft and spilled from her lips,
splashing back to coat her cheeks and dangle in gooey ropes from her chin
and into her long blond hair.

   Finally I was spent.  Still gripping Karen's head I pulled her off me;
her mouth came free with a sucking pop.  I pushed her shoulders and she
tumbled over onto her back, coughing on the wet grass, her legs flying out
and up in the air.  I dropped to my knees and shoved my own mouth into her
soaked baby snatch.  She was drenched with cunt juice practically from
navel to knees.  Her delicious spicy pubescent taste and aroma enfolded me.
I seized her battered clit between my lips and sucked, strumming it with my
tongue.  Simultaneously I jammed two fingers into her soaking vagina.  It
was tight, really tight, but the copious lubrication let the digits slide
into her.  Karen groaned at the penetration.  I pulled them out and forced
them back in.  She groaned again, louder, and then I felt her cunt clamp
down even tighter, and a fresh flood of juice covered my hand and face as
her orgasm took her.  "AH!  AHH!  AIEE!" Her voice rose to a piercing
shriek, loud enough that I worried she might be heard in the houses backing
up against the playground, hundreds of feet away.  Her legs kicked out
violently and her little fists beat against the ground as she spasmed.  Her
eyes were screwed shut and her head twisted from side to side on the grass.
I held my fingers deep inside her and kept up my oral assault on her
pulsing clitoris as waves of orgasm washed over the helpless preteen.  She
twitched and groaned and moaned and whimpered with gradually decreasing
volume; finally, after a good minute or two she heaved a huge sigh and lay
still.

   I straightened up but didn't yet pull my fingers out of her juvenile
cunt.  Karen's chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her limbs sprawled on
the wet grass.  Her face was smeared with my cum and globs were visible in
the tangled fan of her long blond hair.  Her midsection was shiny and slick
with cunt juice, and most parts of her naked body not smeared with our
sexual secretions were wet with sweat.  As my own breathing calmed I became
aware of Renee still standing to one side.  She was tugging on her braids
in some agitation, having not seen her sister climax before let alone such
a shattering example.  "She's OK, Renee, she just had a REALLY nice one."

   It was closer to dusk now than twilight, and with a loud click and a
rising hum, the school's parking lot security lights snapped on.  The
naked, spent, semen-smeared child at my feet was suddenly bathed in a harsh
yellow sodium glare.  It was time to get out of here and head home.  I
zipped back up, then helped Karen to her feet.  She staggered and her legs
collapsed beneath her.  I bundled her into the truck, belting her in still
naked.  Renee got in after and I started the engine and drove away.  By the
time we got to their house Karen was snoring softly.  She had had a very
long and tiring day.  I wrapped her in my suit jacket to carry her into the
house.  I took her up to her room and laid her limp, nude form on her bed.
Before I wrestled her into some pajamas I couldn't resist spreading her
skinny legs and licking her sweet cunt some more.  She was so exhausted
that she barely stirred, even when I bit gently down on her abused little
clitoris.  With the taste of her fresh in my mouth again I fetched a damp
cloth to wipe my drying sperm off her face and hair, then tucked her into
bed.  I kissed her forehead chastely and went downstairs to get started on
supper.